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Groupie Ass Bitch
[ Richie Rich ]
Yo man, what we gon' talk about next?
Man, you know what?
I think we should talk about these groupie-a** b*t*hes
You know what I'm sayin?
As a matter of fact, Jed, guess who I seen the other day?
[ Jed ]
Who?
[ Richie Rich ]
Man, remember that b*t*h we seen up at that picnic
The one who was campin like she was down with Bobby Brown?
[ Jed ]
You mean that punk b*t*h that wish she were like on your album?
[ Richie Rich ]
Yeah man, I seen her the other day, man, down on the track
And guess what, the hoe was jockin the gold kick spins
[ Jed ]
D-Loc, we need to put somethin out for these fool b*t*hes
And let em know what time it is, man
[ D-Loc ]
Man, it's like this:
When a b*t*h f**k with a young vet like me I treat her sh*t

[ D-Loc ]
You know the silly b*t*hes I don't like
The Michael Jordan-New Edition-get with a star-type
I used to have one, with a** like a whale tail
Wanted to get on my team cause a n***a had mail
For those that don't know, mail means money
But no, I don't pay for pu**y, honey
I might do the pimpin if you can do the dishin
Cause stackin up dollars is my number one ( ? )
In this society in which we're livin
If you're gonna have a b*t*h, you got to be spendin
So to the ladies on the b.s. tip
Sing along, fellas: you're just a groupie-a** b*t*h

[ Richie Rich ]
Haha, that's it
Let them hoes know
D-Loc, peep this out
I got with a b*t*h about a month ago
She ain't called me yet
And I know when she peep the video
She gon' be tryin to get with me
But what would you tell a punk-a** b*t*h like that?

[ D-Loc ]
Don't even call, I played ya like a foul ball
In a month or two you'll be through
Schemin on my label for a story or a fable
You just caught the vapors and nothin can save you
We used to be together on the 9 to 5
But when I stopped spendin money, you stopped spendin time
It's sort of like a game, so the story goes
I was once told you reap what you sow
If that's true, let me phrase this statement:
Suck my d**k, cause I ain't takin it
The stories, the lies, the alibis
You see, I'm only 19, but I'm livin the life
So to the girlies out there I can't get with
Men, let's come again: you're just a groupie-a** b*t*h
(Cause a b*t*h is a) (biatch)
[ Richie Rich ]
Haha, let them hoes know
(Just another freak for the truz and vogues)

[ D-Loc ]
The subject of this object, if you object
Is to get my point across as clear and correct
As I can get when I'm talkin this sh*t
Therefore I must ensure explicit lyrics
Like: sh*t, b*t*h, f**k with this
Put your muthaf**kin stankin-a** pu**y on my d**k
Ride it like a jockey in a horse race
You better get buck wild before I bust you in the f**kin face
I ain't soft on a b*t*h, I'm quite mean
F**kin up the doggy style with no grease
Peace to the homies if you know what I'm sayin
And if you don't understand - you're not a man
You're just a hound loungin around
Waitin to sniff some dead presidents
I know the sex was just a collect
Men, I tell you, we gets no respect
Things can change if we do it our way
You see, in '89 a b*t*h was made to slave
So homies, for the last time, use your mind
Get a grip, boss, and like a pimp
Tell her to back off, cause she's a groupie-a** b*t*h
(She's the one)